Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

MF tried to keep her cool although it was already failing her from the start. Using self hypnotization, her face was instantly back to her former confidence and tender smile. "Aww, that is so sweet of you~ although it would be preferable if you—kyaa!? Stop! Stop nibbling! I'm not a cheese!"

"Mmmh, wha are ywu saywing? Ywu are my snwack."

After some more teasing session in the middle of a massively radioactive site. MF ended up transforming to her original form as she princess-carried her wife out of the Ancient Battlefield.

"My dear, this Mighty Ouroboros shall give you a revelation," MF said to her petite wife on her cradle. "You can actually fly on your own."

"Such a revelation!" Foel exaggerated with her eternal poker face. She then poked at her partner's massive milk container in an irritated manner. "But I preferred it to be this way, there is some good scenery right in front of my eyes."

The tanomobi then pinched the nipple through the black dress that her partner was wearing. MF could only smile reluctantly as she squinted her eyes.

"Why are you pinching it?"

"Just testing if this is real or not."

"It's definitely real! So stop it!"

Their trip took a while with a casual speed before arriving at the wrecked place outside of Domeniul Ceresc. MF and the majority of her followers began to repair the malformed nature onto its former form, or even better.

The Ouroboros was back to her Angel Form, giving a bonus radiant energy to soothe the broken place and eventually increasing the influence of the heavenly radiance. The labor would take some time before the fake mountainous domain got rejuvenated.

Most of the place healing process was done by the wisps, they channeled their energy as if they were nourishing their home. With the help of MF's angelic aura, it immensely increased the amount of energy that the wisp could harness to fix a certain place.

As the residents did what they could, the hellspawn was approached by her lord.

"Tuli, did you still have your Catalis?" MF's voice echoed.

"Yes!" Tuli then showed her precious artifact with a spark in her eyes. "It never left my side! Probably…"

'Why the sudden loss of confidence!?' MF then continued her speech after hiding her thoughts behind her smile. "I see that the mana inside you has changed, have you managed to breakthrough?"

"Early Fortress Establishment phase!" Tuli puffed her chest. "If it kept going like this, I might be able to reach the Nascent World within ten years!"

"Fufufu, it might happen faster than what you would expect." MF then placed the tip of her claw onto the cradled dagger in front of her, injecting 2,000 bits of 'faith of life' into the bio-artifact. "Keep up your effort, you might be able to surpass Damascus by just staying at Domeniul Ceresc."

The divine energy wrapped itself fully to the dagger, running through the veins as it encapsulate that attached subconscious source of emotion from its owner and raising it to create a newborn soul with its anchors attached to its bio-vessel.

"Tuli," cried the dagger in a vague voice slightly similar to its owner.

"W-wha!? C-Catalis, did you just speak!? Or am I hearing things."

"Tuli."

"HUOOOOAAA!??"

Seeing the avant garde reaction, MF couldn't help but chuckle. 'I see, so the divinity of life could force an object to reach sentient. This is interesting.'

Sentient Artifact is not a foreign concept in this old Neamh where life was found billions of years to the past. Artifacts were meant to be the very trustworthy tools and weapons for any kind of intelligent life. The older the artifact, the more subconscious strings and emotional energy would attach to them and form an independent soul that would harbor that vessel.

They could be filled with malicious intent or kindhearted depending on the environment and the source of their build up subconscious strings coming from, A.K.A, their owner or creator. Even till this day, they were regarded as a precious treasure despite having its own mind, their worth also reflect the amount of the scarce existing sentient artifact within this Neamh.

So if not influenced by any external forces, it could take thousands of years for an artifact to reach its sentient. Not to mention, they needed a source of subconscious strings and emotional energy that was coming from a living being within their vicinity most of the time.

"Tuli."

"Catalis can only say my name for now. It also has the same voice as me but in a higher pitch. In the future, it will feel like I have another sibling at this rate!"

"A life has been born, let it shine outside of the thorns. Raise it well, your Catalis will become the proof of my existence, until the last farewell."

"You speak like you will die anytime soon." Tuli slightly frowned. "I'm concerned."

"... It's definitely not the case, ahahah."

Tuli kept her Catalis within her self-crafted dagger sheath as she helped the terrain rebuild in one way or another. She could use her magic forgery spell to craft numerous kinds of material aside from the usual steel. It was far less stronger than the 'dark seed of creation' from MF's divine artifact but it certainly did most of the scenery reconstruction extremely well.

The Alraunes were getting buffed by the water from the mana fountain in Domeniul to keep constantly utilizing her vines to reform the land. Their lord had also prepared a large amount of soil and rock where the other residents such as Fruit Spirits, Dryads, and Mandragoras.

MF realized the stale variant of the Domeniul Ceresc population except the wisps where the Dryads, Alraunes, and Mandragoras became the major species of the land.. After she talked about it to Ain and Foel, they finally came to a conclusion where the location and elemental essence of the land affected the sprouting sentient spirits that kept rising in numbers.